the sticky dread that never washes off

these are unedited and unfiltered thoughts that I don’t know where else to place. They are not witty or rehearsed … More

when suffering follows

after two blissful years, where my body was free and my mind rinsed of the cortisol baths it once floated … More

Realization

it’s almost a weird thing to have a realization. it feels a bit like tripping sometimes. then it feels a … More

A letter I wrote a year ago

Dear Rob, Sitting in the middle of our life still together, bound so lovingly together, its a miracle I guess. … More

Ghosts

One of my super powers is my ability to move on easily. From things, from people, from past experiences. I’m … More

Stuck in the middle with you (A poem for July)

Middle of the wayMiddle of the roadin the middle of somethingthat’s how it goes.It’s the middle of the nighton the … More

Asheville in the Spring – 6 years later

For my more consistent, loyal readers, you might recall that Rob and I visited Asheville to celebrate our Baby Moon … More

New Year, New “Eve”

I was once a very young, very good rider. I was horse obsessed from the very beginning, day dreamed about … More

Denver in December Part 2: How much can we eat in 24 hours; An experiment.

This post is the second and final installment of our quick trip to Denver together; if you haven’t read part … More

Denver in December Part 1: Big Wreck

Let it be known that anytime Rob asks me if I want to go see a band play, my answer … More